The dark-haired, fair-skinned young woman who goes by the moniker of Helen is seated on a felled log, holding something in her hand; it's a dark rock, something akin to the pendant on the necklace she wears, worn in a circular shape by the earth.

Quiet...slow... don't scare the prey. Doesn't know you're here. Three-Blades watches a small rabbit that is chewing rapidly on some grass. Black furred ears up, eyes locked onto the prey, she breathes slowly, silently, and creeps forward to barely peek from the brush she's camoulflaged in.

Helen's pale blue eyes drift from the stone over to the rabbit, and the piqued ears of Three-Blades. The Black Fury tilts her head, watching the other new moon with a sort of amusement.

The rabbit freezes, scenting a human. Long ears swing up as it stops chewing and looks around, right into the golden amber eyes of the Gnawer. Wolf! Gah! It takes off in a flash, but the nomoon doesn't follow. She splays her ears as the rabbit darts away before straightening up to her paws and shaking her fur with some stiffness of holding a crouch for too long. Sniff. Human? She looks around, ears pivoting as she sees Helen. The Gnawer chuffs a hello and trots over.

Helen grins at the Bone Gnawer. "Hey," she says, reaching over to scritch at the wolf's head playfully. "Got somethin' for you. I found it." She takes the stone in that hand and maneuvers herself so she shows the stone to Three-Blades. "It looks like a moon, kind of. Dark moon. Ragabash, see? A friend of mine gave me one -- and I found this. Maybe you can put it on a necklace or somethin' like I did." She grins.

Three-Blades leans into the scritch a moment before sniffing eagerly at the stone. She looks around a moment to check before shifting to her birthform to have a better look and a couple of opposable thumbs.

You have shifted to Homid form.

[Helen's homid desc]
A little taller, a little more full-figured, a little more mature...
Standing at a height of around five feet and seven inches now, she's gotten a hint about her loud mouth, it seems. Her form is wiry, strength seen in her movements and almost arrogant gait. She holds a decidedly Greek face, with chisled cheekbones and an over-all proud demeanor, skin tinted a wan olive. Depending on circumstances, she could be anywhere from sixteen to nineteen but there's something haunted in her sapphire eyes, a sort of knowing, a morbid sort of knowledge that doesn't belong with her mirthful features.
Her clothing has changed since the days of 'let me act like a hooker'. The teenager is dressed in drab khaki pants that seem a bit too large for her and a nice-fitting Lilith Fair t-shirt; over that is a heavy jacket, usually not zipped up. Old Reebok sneakers are on her feet, torn up and destroyed by something. She wears one necklace, held by a leather strap: a pendant is upon it, a black rock, shaped oddly by the earth but generally circular. She's changed, definitely.

Pulling her hand away once Yi has the stone, Helen shrugs. "I just thought it was neat," she says, and grins. "So, how're things in the city goin'?"

Yi clutches the stone and peers at it with a soft smile. She looks back up and dips her head. "Thank you," she says with a short toss of the stone up into the air and a catch. This toss-n-catch thing is becoming a usual thing... "The city goes well. Or, at least as well as you can think a city would go. Still having some trouble down in the sewers, and a kin was hurt last night." She blinks with a slight wince at the memory. "She's ok now though. Just a bullet to the shoulder, luckily. And you?"

Chance pads through the trees, apparently hot on the trail of a fat rabbit or squirrel. He is low to the ground, moving stealthily.

Helen winces vaguely. "Shot?" she echoes. "That sucks." She shrugs in repsonse to the query upon herself. "I'm alright. Hanging out, doing nothing, the usual. I'm trying to find someone to pack with."

Chance perks up an ear, then pounces with a snarl. A moment later, the Silver Fang emerges from the trees carrying a juicy-looking rabbit in his mouth. This one has already offered to pack with that one, he informs Yi with a toss of his beautiful head.

Helen grins crookedly at Chance. "Hey, potential packie," she greets the Silver Fang, and laughs to herself. Then she mentions to Yi, "We're probably gonna do some Umbra scoutin' or something like that. We need more people, though; probably goin' under Unicorn. But, I don't know. Whatever happens, happens."

Yi nods, the stone in hand getting a thoughtful squeeze in her hand. The asian finds a nice tree trunk to lean against, then stands up at the snarl, surprised. The Silver Fang's sudden presence gets him a blink, as she looks down at the wolf. "Hello," she says with a slight arching of her brow. She answers Helen after, "Umbral Scouting? Where? And...if not his pack," she motions to Chance, "there's also Joey and Junior, looking for packmembers. Also Jamethon and Jarred are looking too." She looks back down to the wolf, eyes apparently not holding recognition. "You are...?"

Chance lolls. A Silver Fang.

"Probably doing some wandering outside the bawn, I guess. I dunno. We haven't figured it out yet," Helen admits, and shifts down into the wolf form. She chuffs at Chance, and bites at his ear before settling down upon her haunches. ~Joey and Junior?~ she speaks in the Mother Tongue, curious. ~Who are they? And Jamethon and Jarred? I don't believe I've met them.~

Yi runs through a list of Silver Fangs she knows. Not many. She peers at the wolf some more. "I thought Silver Fangs liked to introduce themselves fully." Since Helen assumes wolf form, she stoops down to be at their levels of sight. "Joey and Junior are two of my tribemates. Nomoon, and ahroun. Jamethon is a Get seer, and Jarred is the Shadow Lord galliard who challenged Steven for fostern before."

[Chance's lupus desc]
You see a handsome wolf, right out of some story book. With a long, graceful muzzle and lustrous silvery fur, this wolf commands attention. His lower legs, covered in black fur, make him appear to have stepped in pools of ink. Not overly large, this wolf seems very comfortable with himself and his place in the Wyld. The intelligence and craftiness behind the sparkling black eyes is unmistakable.

Helen lolls her tongue. Oh. Maybe I should talk to them. Do you know what they plan to do with their packs? She tilts her head.

Chance chuffs as well. Indeed we do. This one is called King's-Gambit, or Chance, Cliath Ragabash of the Silver Fangs. *abruptly shifting to homid* "My human name is Valoran Xavier Grey, and I am most honored to make your acquaintance. May I have your name and lineage?"

Yi looks upward as Chance shifts, standing up at his question to give him a bow of her head. "I think I remember meeting you before. But I am Song Yi Ling, or Yi, Three-Blades to the Garou and cliath newmoon of the Bone Gnawers." She pauses, then adds, "From my home in Hong Kong, of the Sept of Rat's Tail." She looks back down perhaps to avert her eyes from the Fang to answer Helen. "Joey and Junior want to form a pack that finds missing things, investigate things... Jamethon and Jarred, I don't know what their pack would be doing."

Valoran says "Probably plotting, if I know my Shadow Lords..."

Oh. Cycle-Breaker glances to Valoran. We need at least one other Garou to join our pack. We don't know who, though.

Yi laughs softly, remembering the rivalry. Ah Slords and Fangs. "Jarred is not such a bad guy. To his credit, he at least is helping in teaching an ahroun cub of my tribe, and I think he is getting through to him." A pause. "I think." She gives her head a brief shake before continuing on, "So... You wish to form a pack as well? Under what motive?" Her hands go clasped behind her back, as she takes to leaning against the tree again. "There are a lot of Garou around here, though I doubt all of them are packed. Maybe Alicia, after she is rited?" She glances down to Helen with a peculiar half smile.

[Unfortunately, Chance disconned and didn't come back after a few minutes of waiting...assume he shifted back to lupe and went to eat his rabbit.]

Shifting up into her birthform seems better for all concerned, so this is what Helen does, going through the forms until she settles to homid. "Alicia's gonna pack with Matt and Bernie or something, she said," the ragabash Fury muses.

Yi looks thoughtful. "Matt and Bernie have joined up with Kaz's pack, Trouble. It's quite a large pack though, with them added. There could be a split later." The stone continues to get a slow rub over its smooth surface.

"Oh. Well," Helen says, considering this.

[And assume Helen had to flee to do some important ..Fury ragabi things.]